curse,

Your twisted fog

Mixed ivory tones

I will be frank

I'm far from home

Your harvest comes

From someone's field

Their blood poured out

And painted the yield

Can you blame me

For loving your sweet words?

I did not know

I signed a curse

(Ahh, ahh, ahh)

(Ahh, ahh, ahh)

You cut down trees

To build bridges there

But concrete life

Is void of air

This time I'm gone

I've lost remorse

I'll save it for the judge

On the white horse

Can you blame me

For loving your sweet words?

I did not know

I signed a curse

(Ahh, ahh, ahh)

(Ahh, ahh, ahh)